She yawned as her fingers ghosted the cold metal, a soft click or tap sound as her fingernails made contact.

Grogginess ebbed at the edges of her mind as the warmth of her blankets wrapped around her shoulders. Whirrs of distant engines were broken apart by clicks and footsteps. She rolled onto her back, the black ceiling was what greeted her. She frowned as she rubbed at the side of her head, her legs and shoulders hurt like she had been in gym class all day. Her mind was fuzzy as she tried to recall why she felt that way, she whimpered as the memory search made her head hurt. She decided to discard it and go back to resting, her eyelids were heavy and she did not care to open them. The mattress sunk and moulded with her body, the pillow had a dip from the constant use at only one end. She took a deep breath and she could feel her body press against her lungs and her stomach tighten down to make room. She rolled onto her back and her spine felt like a weighted blanket. A weight that spread down her arms and legs and kept them motionless. Like the first summer lay-in after a year of school, it all seemed perfect and isolated.

The silence before the storm, the rest before the festivities.

Her mind drifted to the days before, the Autobots and the Decepticons, the Silo and the Nemesis… Megatron and Bulkhead…

They were different… Her thoughts were broken up by a yawn, it lodged itself in her throat so far and she had to actively force it the rest of the way. She smiled as she scratched her stomach as her mind wondered. She found it easy to rest and relax at the Nemesis. Maybe it was the altitude the Nemesis was in or maybe it was where she was sleeping. The room, Megatron's office, the security of it was a comfort. Having a roommate was also really cool, the fact she had her own space. He had his, beyond the door to his actual bedroom. She actually never got to see inside of it, eh, it was probably just grey walls and a bed.

Yet they had the shared living space, a melding of the two. It was harmonious and it was great, actually. She liked it a lot. It made her happy, she realised it. Their room and their… Arrangement. It made her happy.

He made her happy.

Actually, she probably should text him… It was Saturday, right? Yeah, she was sure of it. Yeah, she should text him she was up and then Breakdown would probably come pick her up.

Miko turned to the left, expecting a window with the Nevada desert outside. She didn't see that, instead she saw the dark purple office. She rubbed her forehead as it all came back. Her aching body was from running and being thrown around yesterday. Was it yesterday? Was it today? How long was she asleep? She rubbed at her eyes, the sleep falling out as she yawned. But she was alone, there was no sign of her roommate.

Such a strange thought, how normalised she was that a warlord alien was her roommate. She climbed out of the bed and she didn't feel her feet hit the metal. She walked a distance towards the edge, the floor seemed closer to the desk edge then she remembered. The light was off yet there was a glow in the room. The computer was off, the keyboard did not glow and there was no sign of life bar her little corner. Her breath did not come to her as she thought it should have.

"Miko!? Miko where are you!?" A familiar voice came from behind the doorway. It was the bathroom door, the voice echoed about and she walked to the edge. It was Bulkhead's voice, why was he here? Her heart stilled yet pounded against her ears. How? Where was Megatron? Why wasn't Bulk and Breakdown duelling?

Maybe he had come to take her back to the Autobot base, maybe it was time for her big apology. Her heart trembled at the idea. Like this was some kind of movie, a storybook. She was reminded of the stories her grandad would tell her when she was younger. The bold Samurai slaying the ogre and taking the woman away with him. She walked towards the door to the office and there was silence. Maybe they were here to take her back to base. Maybe they wanted her back… Maybe… They'd say sorry and… She'd go home. She'd go back to the base, she'd sit on the couch as any day and play against Jack or Raf. Maybe it was like the stories. Bulkhead was the knight in the story. The knight in shining armour, well, not the one she imagined. They'd come and take her from the dark grey dragon that had her in its clutches. But…

Did she want to go? Did she want to leave Megatron? Megatron, while snarky and obviously ruthless. He was cool and she felt safe with him. He had been someone she could turn to, she hated to admit it. She wouldn't admit it outloud, but… She found herself trusting him and having fun with him.

He was fun! He would tell her stories of his old fights and she loved it so much. Like hearing the stories of Greek legends.

But… If the Autobots were here, then they were actively looking for her. Maybe she should go anyway and find Megatron. She was safer at his side than anywhere else, but… She needed to get down first. The floor didn't look too far, if she braced correctly, she probably could do it. She went to take a step off and her leg would not move.

Miko cursed herself as she took steps back, maybe a run up? She lightly jogged towards the edge and then instinct stopped her. She shouted in frustration and turned away. She sighed, there was no more noise. Maybe they had left? No… Megatron would be here by now to check on her. That or Soundwave would have suddenly appeared from the bathroom or something, he was weird like that.

She looked at the floor and took a deep breath. She jumped.

She hit the floor, rolled and stood back up. Pain ebbed through her knees, she groaned as she rubbed at the side of her legs. She looked around and she was still on the desk, she groaned in annoyance and looked back at the floor. But- Wait- What.

How..? How did she jump from the table… To the table? Her confusion was cut short as he called again.

"Miko, come on. We've got to go!" He shouted, his voice sounded more distant. Wait, they have to go? Which means they were about to go… Okay, she needed to decide now. She remembered the good times she had with Bulkhead, riding down the steep hills of Nevada… She wanted to do that again. A panic arose in her chest as she realised he was going away. No, no! She couldn't be left behind… Not again. She didn't want to be alone. The fear she had beforehand was gone. She jumped again and the floor consumed her. She screamed into the silence, it felt like mud or quicksand. Her arm was under her, sinking faster and it hit the cold air faster. She wasn't sure what was scarier. The idea of sinking or the idea of falling through the quicksand into something worse. She moved the hand and felt nothing around it and as she got more reach she became more horrified as she touched nothing.

Then her head fell out, she looked around and saw The Tokyo Tower. She had been to visit it when she was younger… It was a few metres below her. Tokyo screamed and roared below it, she could feel her body weight pull her down more and more. She tried to grab onto the quicksand, trying not to fall.

She could feel the harsh wind burn her ears yet she could not hear it. Instead she could hear chatter and laughs from the people below, she could hear them so clearly. She could hear their voices, hear their smiles and their innocence. They had no idea what was happening above. Both hands fell out and her arms dangled there. She gasped as her arms and head felt so heavy and she could not move it. But they dragged her down, towards the spike on the Tokyo tower. She hadn't been home in almost two and a half years. She had been trying so hard to be American.

She kind of found it funny now, she was obsessed with America but now… She realised it wasn't what it cracked up to be. It wasn't as rock and roll as the shows and movies made it out to be. She did get home sick sometimes.

Well… Not home sick, but she missed Japan. She closed her eyes as one leg fell out and she dangled by her ankle.

Her mind seemed to empty as she stared at the spire top.

And then her foot fell. She fell.

Scarlet rose pedals exploded outwards like autumn leaves in a bustling wind. Scarlet and rose and burgundy and wine and vermillion and crimson. It scattered and surrounded, warping and twirling around her body. Like a bolt of striking lightning, it coursed through her body. Down her spine like a car roaring through the highway, a train rumbling down the tracks. It made an explosion in her skull and made her toes burn. Breath dashed out of her open mouth, yet no sound did. It was a silent spearing.

The petals coursed around her yet she didn't see it. A black hole consumed her left eye, like spider webs it coursed towards her right. It was silent and numbing, her mind felt empty as she sunk down and down and down. She felt more and more numb, the cobwebs increased and so did the pedals.

A flurry in a cabaret the red danced around her. There was no more chatter and there was no more laughter. It all fell and cascaded with her, it was all still and slow.

Then it wasn't.

Then there was a horrible wet crunch and then the black consumed her.

The cold steel floor laid under her as her skull laid bare against it, a certain patch where she was convinced it was where her ponytail was. What had just happened? She had just fallen… But, she wasn't dead. How did she fall? Where was she now? The pain ebbed through her ponytail. But it felt closer to behind her eye. She stared into the silver ceiling, a white light hung above her.

Where was she? It was a black void, the grey floor became darker and darker the further it went. She winced as she slowly stood. Her legs felt broken and shattered, her spine was not in much better condition. She turned, seeing a large green mass a distance ahead of her. It took some effort but she managed to get her legs to move. She got closer, and closer, and closer. The mass began to take shape, smaller grey parts became more visible. Miko rubbed at her eyes, she blinked a few times and looked up. She realised it was Bulk, the round green body was unmistakable. Bulkhead was still standing a distance from her, she beamed as she walked forward. He smiled at her and knelt down.

"Come here Miko, let's head home." He held out his hand. His grey fingers were round and huge. She stood there, the pain throbbed through her spine and legs. She had to take a deep breath as she moved, one foot at the time. She stood up tall and hobbled to him, her footsteps echoed and shouted as she got closer and closer.

The bang against the mirror was the second loudest thing, Miko rubbed her head as she watched white spiderweb cracks break up the perfect reflection. She took deep breaths, a light illuminated the mile and miles long mirror. She rubbed her arm, the scars on her arm felt burning. She scratched her arm and it felt like she was scratching hard metal. She looked down at the scars. They had taken to a grey colour, metallic and rusty. They were smudged in dirt, her hand was shaking as her pale fingertips danced along the metal. She looked back up. There was no Bulkhead now, just the cracked mirror, the glass fogged up by her heaving breath. Her hand pulled away from the cold steel that danced along her upper arm.

Red petals fell at her feet, ghosting down her cheek.

She rubbed at the mirror, clearing the steam away. She stared at herself, the image was slightly warped by the cracks. The red petals were falling from her eye, she winced in disgust as she watched. She couldn't see the petals, she couldn't actually see anything from that eye. She wiped the eye with her arm and the petals all fell around her. She froze as she looked at the reflection. She was fine and pristine, no blood, no bruising. Yet she could not look away from her eye. Her hand reached up, grasping at the cheek with the eye peering through her fingers. She sobbed as tears ran down her cheeks.

The red sclera glowed softly, the red reflected against her pale skin that just seemed to become paler and paler. She took steps back and so did the reflection. She almost collapsed.

The white pupil danced up and down, left and right as it scanned itself. It shrunk with her other pupil.

His eye stared out from her. Luckily she had the right eye… That was still normal. She rubbed at her eye, hoping it'd go away, but it didn't. It was there, it was really there. The optic moved with her eye. She sobbed as she stood. She took another step back.

The mirror cracks seem to grow. Then she heard a large crack. Miko turned and saw cracks racing towards her, mirror shards collapsing like a waterfall. With the wave, a voice came.

No voices, so many of them. There were so many voices, all collapsing at once with each glass shard.

"You already have two humans, surely I can take just one…"

"You shall not be able to protect your little human friend forever..."

"If Jack was there, things would have gone differently…"

She held her hand over her ears. After every voice, her heart was torn apart. She could feel it. She could feel the pain, it coursed through her chest, down to her stomach and up to choke her neck.

"Get out of my head!" She cried out as the glass smashed behind her.

"She might as well be Megatron…"

The voice of the old Medic exploded in her eardrums. She screamed out in pain, it felt like her ears were exploding. The ground around her seemed to shake, her heart stilled. She turned and saw the glass shards falling towards her.

The shard twisted and she saw her reflection perfectly. Both eyes, one eye and one optic, looked at their killer. She sobbed softly, only one managed to come out before she woke.

She swallowed as she stared at the pillow. Her hot breath just bounced against the pillow and onto her face. The wet pillow under her was only wet in patches. Her body felt heavy, like a brick. The pillow felt suffocating as she forced herself to roll over. The room was dark and silent. How long had she been asleep? She swallowed as she stared, the ceiling above was so far up. Everything felt so much more real. It was a dream, it really was a dream. She took deep breaths as her heart thundered against her chest. She slowly reached up and touched her eye. She closed her right eye and saw everything perfectly. Miko whimpered as she hugged herself, the blanket was lying on the floor beside her. She listened out, even straining her ears to get the most out of this. Yet silence was the only thing that met her, the hum of the engine far below. There was no sound of footsteps, no ticks from a clock, no clicks from a keyboard. Her breathing and the distant groan of the ship's heart was the only sound. Miko pushed herself up, she realised too late that she could have done it slower. She held her belly and placed a hand on her mouth, her ribcage shuddered as she fought to keep her stomach inside of her body. The nausea was a harsh wave and she was drowning in it. Miko took deep breaths as her body steadied itself. She couldn't shake the horrid dread that the dream had cast down on her. She looked back down at her pillow, seeing the massive wet patch where her face was. Slowly she moved her body to the side of the bed and even slower she stood up. She can't remember how she got here… Last time she checked she was on Megatron's shoulder talking about her haircut. She limped her way to the ladder and slowly climbed down. She looked at herself in the mirror as she did, her hair was the same length and utterly messy. She stood on the metal floor, her toes flexed as she spread her feet out, the cold sent shivers up to her back and made slippers or socks seem like the messiah right now.

She looked around, there was no sign Megatron was there as well.

She thought about the dream, she wanted to go back to Bulkhead. She closed her eyes tightly as she cringed.

While a part of her may want to go back to Bulk, did Bulkhead even want her back or care? First he hadn't defended her against the others words, then he's the one who smashed the glass cage… He didn't even try to get her back. She hadn't even seen him in Jasper lately. He just seemed to disappear and she wondered if it was because he didn't care about her anymore. She didn't even see him patrol in Jasper in general anymore. She scratched the side of her ankle with the sole of her other foot. She walked to her little office under the bed. She ran her hands along the dresser top. Her hand hit something hard, she jumped in surprise and turned. The energon shard laid there, it was illuminating her hand dimly. She picked it up.

Miko pulled it up to her chest and rolled it around her palm with her thumb. The present was small and yet it meant so much that its size might as well have been a full crystal. Miko sighed and just held it to her chest as she walked. She walked to her desk, she fumbled with the cord of her lamp and its on/off switch. A loud click, a bright light filled her space.

She cried out and winced at the brightness, she turned away as she blinked. It was so bright, why did it have to be so bright? She grumbled to herself and limped to the edge. She scanned the room with the light. There was no sign of Megatron or anyone bar what she disturbed and moved about. The stillness and the perfect silence made her heart sink. Was this still the dreams? Was she awake? Was she about to collapse through the floor and die again? She tightened her hold on the energon crystal, the pain made her realise that she was indeed awake. She sighed in relief and placed it down on the counter. Where was her datapad? It was somewhere around here. She tried not to turn so fast or too much as she searched. Pulling out draws, pushing them back in, shuffling the things arounds them. Finally she grabbed the machine, she sighed as she turned on the screen. Wincing as it shone in her face, she turned the lighting down to the lowest setting. She looked at the time in the corner.

6:32 pm…

Six-thirty? When had she fallen asleep? What? She was on his shoulder and then she was here… She can't remember how it happened. What happened in between? She flicked to Megatron on her call app, taking a deep breath. The call button was a dark pink. She sat down, her legs dangling over the desk's edge. She pressed the call button and winced at the noise. Luckily it didn't last for long.

"Miko, you're finally awake~" A gravelly voice called out from the device. The baritone, cold and low voice was like heaven on her pained head was like heaven. She sighed in relief as she couldn't have taken anything louder or higher of pitch.

"Uhuh… Yeah, erm… Can you come back to the room?" She would have gasped at the sound that came out of her, the raspiness of the pathetic whisper. The dryness in her mouth finally was felt. A soft hum came from the device as she could hear his footsteps.

"I'll be there in a moment, stay where you are." She silently nodded, forgetting he could not see her. She just placed the datapad down beside her and groaned. She laid down and whimpered. Her head hurt, her eyes hurt, her throat hurt. How long was she asleep for her body to ache this way?

She rubbed at her eyes and forehead. She frowned as she patted her left eye, remembering the dream painfully.

Why was it Megatron's optic? Out of anything, why did it have to be his? The dream reminded her of the Autobot's words. Was she turning into him? Was she already Megatron? A mini-Megs? She stood, walking to where she prepared her food. She wasn't hungry, but she knew she would be pretty soon. She grabbed some instant noodles and flicked the kettle down to boil. A sigh escaped her as she leaned against the wall. She slowly slid down until she hit the floor. Her loneliness was deafening. She hugged herself as she whimpered, she felt terrible.

The doors slid open. Miko perked up as Megatron strolled in, his arms crossed behind him as he titled his helm. His eyebrow was arched as he scanned the small area she occupied. He sat down in his desk chair and leaned back.

"You forgot to end the call." He mused. Miko perked up and saw the call was still going on the datapad. She stood and walked back to it, she turned the call off.

"How long was I out for?" She carried the datapad back to the table. She broke open the instant noodles, grabbing the spice packet inside. Megatron grunted.

"25 and a half of your Earth hours." He admitted. Miko froze, almost dropping the noodles. She set the packet and the pot down and fully turned to look at Megatron. Her mouth hung open and her eyes were wide.

"A day!? I was asleep for a day? How What!?" She was cut short when she was thrown into a fit of coughs. Megatron sighed and turned on his terminal.

"You have. Do you not recollect what happened before you fell asleep?" Miko shook her head and he sighed, continuing, "Well then. Let me recount it for you."

He leaned back as he looked down at her.

"Knockout did his inspection and you started to complain of illness. Which was also looked at… It would appear the exposure to the magnetic force of the relic had upset your puny system. That and Airachnid's venom. Well, Knockout suggested you went to sleep and I brought you here. You… Fumbled while changing into your night clothing and that was that." He scratched his chin. Miko swallowed and only moved when the kettle clicked. She finished pouring the spices into the pot.

She poured the boiling water in and covered it over with the lid. She tapped the table top as he said nothing more. She sighed and finally managed to speak.

"Airachnid has venom? Why did it only affect me?" She turned to the large mech. He huffed as he started to read something on the computer. He nodded as he tilted his helm.

"I wouldn't say it only affects you. A big enough dosage would weaken a large enough Cybertronian, but because you're organic and well, so much smaller. It affected you to an extent we hadn't anticipated." He admitted. He leaned his helm on one arm. Miko nodded as she looked at her noodles. She scratched at the back of her neck, frowning as she slowly took the information in. She had heard stories of venom and poison causing nightmares. So maybe that's what caused her odd dreams. Yet… There was something so real about them that made it cling onto her mind. She closed her eyes. The silence that swarmed into the room made her cringe. She tensed at the feeling.

"Did you sleep well?" Megatron broke the silence. Miko found relief in the sound of his voice as she turned back to him. He arched an eyebrow but that expression changed as he noticed the red in her eyes. He had learned that when human eyes were red or 'bloodshot', it meant they had been crying. He had also learned that humans cried when they were so upset they could not contain it in their bodies.

Miko perked up as a soft growl emanated from the chest of the great titan. He reached out and his huge claws encircled her. She shuddered as they graced around her, the cold metal made her skin prickle.

"You have cried, haven't you?" His voice was a soft whisper. The gravelly, low growl destroyed the tormenting silence. It rumbled and shook through his body and the sound coursed through her.

Miko leaned against his palm, a ghost of a smile began on her face.

"Yeah… Just… Bad nightmares. Like, nightmares about being… Abandoned like…" She gestured as she tried to come up with words. He nodded as he leaned down to be more equal with her. He could imagine what the nightmares were, the word 'abandoned' gave him a good idea of the subject. He sighed as his thumb extended and stroked her back. Miko hugged herself as she watched the large digit. The affection was not lost on her, it made her smile as the warmth from the contact.

She moved slightly and peeled away the lid on her noodles. She broke open the packet for the chopsticks and unfolded them. She stirred the noodles with the chopsticks, Megatron moved his hand to let her have more movement. He rested his claws against the table as he used the other to type. Miko took the chance and sat on his index. He snorted as he glanced at her.

"While you were asleep I had Soundwave get you more supplies. He found that you had an affection for this 'grape soda' beverage. There are some in your refrigeration unit." He gestured with his head. Miko perked up and ran to the fridge more or less. She squealed as she spotted the purple cans. She popped one out and sat back down, he allowed her to rest on his knuckle. He lifted his middle digit and continued to rub her back, Miko relaxed. The pain in her body seems to fade. She realised it was the pain from being so tensed up. She took deep breaths, and concentrated on calming herself. Her chest's rising became less and less erratic. She had not even realised how panicky she had gotten, and as she ate, as she drank. She realised she woke up in a panic attack of sorts, or maybe an anxiety attack. She wasn't sure of the word for it.

"Do you ever get anxiety?" She blurted out between eating and drinking. Megatron cocked his head to look at her. He tilted it back and forth as he considered the question.

"I do. I am the Master of an entire army, Lord of an entire kingdom. My choices affected hundreds and thousands. So I'd mull over my choices for solar cycles before choosing one of them." He admitted. He nodded to himself as he recollected the earlier days of his reign. When he first began the revolution. He watched her. He also knew that if he suggested that he had similar experiences as her, she would trust him and connect to him more. Gaining her trust and well… Affections. It would prove beneficial, perhaps he could even get her to trust him so much that she'd turn a blind eye to some of his more brash actions.

She would become his blind and loyal pet, and a weapon to emotionally torment the Autobots, reminding them of their failure.

Yes… Yes, this all proves fruitful in the end.

"How did you calm yourself?" She set down the empty can and noodles on the floor beside them. Megatron used this chance to lift her up, he brought her close to his helm. She reached out and touched his faceplate. He sighed and smiled down at her. As much as he knew that his original plan was to manipulate her. To use her as a weapon… Another part of his mind argued against it. It argued that while yes, having and keeping her as a pet was the ideal and the ending of this project. To then use her as a weapon and to just spite the Autobots, was not in his best interest. To genuinely have her as a companion was. He hummed as he tilted his head to look at her properly.

"I would sparr usually, put my mind into my body and use that as my output." He tilted his head as he watched her think. She slowly nodded as she spoke up, "I'd hate to be your punching bag." He laughed at this. He smirked as he sat back. Miko looked at her knuckles as she bawled her hands into fists.

"Could I get a punching bag?" She smiled. He smirked and nodded as he perched her on his shoulder. The warmth of his metallic armour made her sigh, she found herself relaxing even more. She smiled as he leaned against one of the spikes, the mech's own cooling system made soft rumbles that could have lulled her to sleep any other day.

"I'll send the request into Soundwave." He confirmed. Miko fist pumped the air, though her celebrations were cut short when a burp escaped her. She snorted as she patted her chest. He just watched her, he just relaxed as he started to work from his desk. Miko rubbed at her eye, looking at the reflection of his faceplate on the computer screen. She opened her mouth, a part of her wanted to tell him about that section of the dream.

Yet, she closed her mouth. Deciding against it. No, some things were better off not being spoken.

She just bottled it up and put it on the high shelf in her mind. She decided to enjoy the noise of the engine. It was much, much better than the silence.

Down the walls, he silently walked. Tall and thin, dark purple with no face. He stalked the halls, his bowed legs making him an odd sight even compared to the other Decepticons. He did not look down at other Decepticons, at Vehicons or even at the new human. The only one who he'd notice is Lord Megatron, his longtime companion. He had met Megatron after he had left his previous job, and he went to Kaon and that is where he met the go-lucky gladiator. He joined the Pits as well, he made good money from it. He paid his way and lived a good, simple life. He recollected it as he turned the corner. A group of gossiping Vehicons dispersed quickly from the hallway he entered.

He knew Megatronous when he had just begun publishing papers, before he had met Orion and went on his first trip to Iacon. For as long as he had known Megatron, he never thought he'd be one to take a pet. Especially not a human pet.

He liked the small girl, she was eager and full of personality. She lightened up the Nemesis and was a boost in morale.

But Megatron's attachment to the human was a shock to everyone. She came to them in a sorry state. Broken arm, the other already bandaged and her mental state in ruins. He only knew of this because Megatron had confided in him the night she had tried to kill herself. Soundwave turned the corner again, the engine getting louder and louder. He was the only one anyone confided in, for the mech who heard everything, he said nothing. He kept everyone's secrets and yet told anyone anything at the same time.

Miko would almost always be at their Master's side, well shoulder, she never strayed far from him. Soundwave walked towards one of the only doors down here, he stopped before it. Without moving a finger, it opened and he continued inside. He turned on the light. Soundwave allowed Laserbeak to eject and he flew over to his perch. Soundwave walked past the small bedroom and into his office in the backroom. The thirty to forty computer screens tilted down to face him. He placed his thin fingers down on the black screen. It clicked and he placed it on the head bust beside him. The computers turned on with the screen on the head bust. He began typing.

Miko's family became the subject of some of Megatron's interest, they both came to realise the Autobots' rejection would not be enough to push Miko to the cliffside. He tilted his head as he reviewed his research. Six school transfers… Two house moves… He tilted his head the other way as texts between her parents came onto the screen. They dated to the tenth year of her life. An argument about her father missing her… 'Birthday'. It was a repeated offence… Absent father then… He reflected again on how Miko clung to Megatron's side. He archived the texts and put them in a file he'd show later to his Master. Her lack of a father figure in her early life could give way to Megatron possibly filling that space. He nodded to himself as he pulled up different files on a screen to his left. Some of his and Megatron's own messages. He straightened his head as he read them. He had seen the dissent of his friend, from a friendly and charismatic personality, to the rage filled wreck he was now today.

He could see images of the old gladiator when Megatron spent time with Miko. He tilted his head back and stared into the dark ceiling. While he was never one to take action and affect things directly. That didn't mean he wasn't above manipulation.

He pulled up his schematics and looked at his plans. He nodded to himself and went to refuel.

"Megatron?"

"Yes, my pet?" Megatron reached his claw up to his shoulder. Miko smiled as she was cupped and scooped up by him.

"Can I ask ya something a little personal?" She wrapped one arm around his thumb. He had her cupped like one would cup an animal with a tendency to escape… Which in fairness, did match her description. She laid back as he held her up and he smiled back at her. Miko sat up as she held onto him.

"You won't leave me… Will you? Like you won't just abandon me." She tilted her head. He paused as he pulled her away from him. He tilted his head as he considered what she said. He smirked as he set her down onto her bed. She laughed as she bounced on it. He chuckled as he watched her. She sat up as she stared at him.

"Dude! Do that again!" She shouted. He could have snorted as he scooped her up again. She was so distracted, she got distracted easily actually. He dropped her and she bounced again. She laughed out loudly. She laid there, bursting out in fits of giggles. He tilted his head as he nudged her. She smiled up at him.

"For your question my dear." He scooped her up. She hugged on to his digits as he started to loosen his grip.

"I wouldn't dream of it."